Undesired

"I dunno, I hae never really had a girlfriend or a boyfriend so I have never really loved anyone and these pictures look....kinda like you two were in love. Its sweet I guess."

"We were... well I thought we were. Hell, I don't know." He shrugged. He really didn't.

Dewayne hummed.
"So who was he?"
Was he seeing anyone right now? SHould they be touching like this?

"Well his name was Danny. We met in high school, started dating when I was seventeen. I thought we were in love, we dated til I died. I died, went down as a ghost a week later and he'd already moved on." He shrugged. "He's married now. Has a kid with someone else." He sighed, it hurt but he pushed it off like nothing.

Dewayne frowned, turning over so they were face to face.
"You don't seem like I person that couls die and be gotten over so quickly."

"Well, I appreciate you sayin that." He smiled softly. "Sometimes I wonder if he'd been cheating. I was never home so he could have. I could go and find out but... I don't want to. I just wanna leave it as it is. Good memories." He sighed. "Now, I'm the therapist here. Back to your problems." He chuckled

"I don't like talking about my probolems, its depressing and I done with that today...Or I would like to be but my thoughts run off with me sometimes." He chuckled.

"Then let's get your thoughts off of it... hmm, what should we talk about?" He smirked.

"What imma do when I move out?.......Oh wait never mind thats a problem." He hummed to himself as he thought about it.

"Well I understand if you're more comfortable with your mother but in case something happens, you're welcome here." David shrugged.

Dewayne stared.
"Tell me, do you invite all your patients into your home?"

"No, no I do not. But your special." He grinned softly. He didn't know why but he was... maybe he felt bad for hurting him?

Dewayne was thinking the same things, which his why he turned back over with a frown.
This man jsut felt bad for hurting him, thats the only reson he was so good to him.

"Heyyyy, don't you frown at me." David pouted mockingly. "Turn back around. We were having a conversation." He stuck his otngue out with a chuckle.

"Shhh, im asleep. Dont you hear me snoring?"
He made snoring noises, pulling his legs to his chest.

"Damn I bore you so much you felll asleep? Fuck, I knew I was dull but not that dull..." David chuckled.

"Shhhhh you will wake the sleeping people. The sick need to sleep and I am sick in body and mind, I need it extra bad tight ass." Dewayne snorted, trying not to giggle.

"Well fine then sleep, leave me." David pouted mockingly as he once again ruffled Dewayne's hair. "Oh, goodie he's sleeping so I can do whatever I want to the hair."

"Not the hair! You don't DESERVE to touch the hair! Its my awesome hair....takes me forever to get it right."

"AHA! You're awake! Liessss, you have been lying to me." David laughed accusingly.

"Nope, imma sleep talker, im a sleep hitter too and yes, that was your threat! I shall beat you if you mess with the dew." He giggled.

"You don't scare me kiddo." David stuck his tongue out and ran off. He grabbed his hair gel which he never used and began molding Dewayne's hair into a mohawk.

"Your lucky im in so much pain or else ill kick your tight ass!"
He swatted at the hands.

"Hey now it ain't that tight." He stuck out his tongue with a chuckle as he continued molding the hair until it formed a perfect spike.

Dewayne glared.
"I hate you."
He hummed to himself, he had to be tight. He had never had anyone top him.